I woke this morning to a brilliant blue sky, decorated with the wispiest, laciest, and whitest of clouds. Going out on the front porch to retrieve the morning paper, I was greeted with a bracing, yet pleasant burst of wind and more sunshine. I stopped for a moment, and took a good long look up and down the street.
Everything looked shiny, and new and clean.
The air even felt like the first bite of a good red apple.
It's going to be a gorgeous day.
An omen, I hope.
Such a departure from yesterday - which was one of the wettest, greyest, nastiest days I can remember in a good long while.
I woke early, feeling out of sorts. Which has been an all too common event around here as of late. I got over the actual symptoms of my crud within a few days of last whining about it. But the exhaustion, the exhaustion has lingered on.
I've felt like a slug for more than a week.
Time at Bubba's parents passed quickly. Funny how that can happen when you're sleeping more than 14 hours a day... which is pretty much all I was up for.
Returning home to Atlanta didn't bring any more energy, though. It's been nice having both Bubba and Schecky home, and I hate that I've not taken advantage of it. We've not gone anywhere fun, nor have we worked on any sort of project - be it a family one, or a home improvement one.
We've have had lots and lots of "quiet time" - reading, napping, drowsing.
That's something, I suppose. Really, a luxury we don't often have...
I decided yesterday, the oh-so-ugly-day, that I was tired of this sort of dreamy half-life I've been living. I decided to just give in to it. I piled the couch high with pillows and my favorite comforter, and declared that that was it. I was done for the day. (Keep in mind, I made this proclamation at about 7:30 in the morning...)
I napped, I lolled, I watched an ungodly amount of Everwood* reruns... And I got up only to switch my base of operations back into my bed at 9 last night. Do I know how to celebrate the New Year, or what? A party animal, I tell you...
Which brings us back to this morning.
Here comes the sun.
Everything's going to be all right.
For the first time in almost two weeks, I feel human again. I feel like me (albeit a slightly more tired version still...) I've missed being me. I'm glad I'm back in time to enjoy this gorgeous day.
It's an omen, I just know it....
Happy New Year to you all!!!!
*For some reason, this show didn't exist on my radar when it was on television for real. But now that it is in reruns on ABCFamily, I can not get enough of it. TiVo's been getting them for me, and I had about two weeks worth hoarded up - for the proverbial rainy day, I suppose....